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Once Christmas is over, New Year's Day follows, and final exams grin behind the successive holidays, reminding everyone that it's just around the corner.

Ruan Jing was so comfortable in the jubilant atmosphere of the festival, he was forced to come out with unsatisfactory intentions, plunged into the review of the cruel exam, and couldn't help but sigh that the comparison was cruel.

Even the troubles in painting can only be put aside for the time being, and immersing yourself in the sea of ​​problems is the most important thing at the moment.

The days passed quickly, and when he could catch a little breath from his busy schedule, the winter vacation had already begun.

After the holiday started, he still couldn't relax.

Old Xu suddenly found him out, took him to his friend's studio, and asked him to do odd jobs there and learn a lot.

The scale of the studio is not small, and the business ranges from typography design to various styles of painting.

As soon as Ruan Jing stepped into the gallery, he was attracted by the artworks polished in the artistic cultivation and market, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became.

Old Xu greeted his friend from the side: "The kid I brought with me is average in painting and smart. I will do chores for you for free."

Lao Xu’s friend is called Lao Yao, the owner of the studio. He has grown his beard and looks more mature than Lao Xu. He pointed at Lao Xu angrily with his hand holding a cigarette: “If you want me to help you with the students, just say .”

Old Xu didn't seem surprised when he was exposed, he just smiled and said: "Don't take him specially, just let him watch from the side, this kid is smart, he will think for himself, what he sees is enough for him."

Ruan Jing concentrated on looking at the painting at the side, and did not delay listening with his ears pricked up.Hearing this, he wished he could turn around and hug Old Xu's thigh, and let go of his dignity and howled, "You can take me with you, two big brothers, if I had this level of self-learning ability, would I still be a scumbag before!"

However, Ruan Jing didn't expect that although he didn't touch the work as a layman, he would benefit a lot from witnessing every step from the customer order request to the final product.

In his eyes, artistic literacy and the commercial market are two mutually exclusive existences that are always mutually exclusive, otherwise there would not be so many ridicules from Party A and Party B. To complete the integration, one party must make concessions and compromise.

However, in this studio, he saw unexpected possibilities from the various needs of the customers and the final works.

Faced with the almost embarrassing requirements of customers, the studio, which has been struggling in the market for many years, is already mature - innovative elements make traditional things no longer rigid, and artistic description makes popular things no longer frivolous.

Art is not unattainable here, and the public's aesthetics may not be mediocre.

The existence of the studio allows the elegance of art to leap into the atmosphere of fireworks, rolling in the bustle of the world, where everyone can find the beauty they think.

Ruan Jing also gradually understood that for Yangchun Baixue to get along well with Xialiba people, solid basic skills are essential, and innovative skills and thinking can lead the way.

He slowly realized that what Old Xu said was true. Even if he does not need design ideas at this stage, nor does he need to cultivate a higher level of aesthetics, what he sees is enough to examine himself.

So he was busy doing odd jobs in the studio during the day, and immediately immersed himself in practicing when he returned home at night. Many problems that were not found in school were revealed through stealing and repeated practice.

He immersed himself in the world of painting, was so busy that the sky was dark, and he was so focused that he didn't know the time. When he pulled out again, it was the class that announced the report card.

Ruan Jing found his name in the middle of the class ranking. Although he only improved a few places, he still sent it to Lin Rong with satisfaction.

He looked at Qin Xijue again, and as expected, Mr. Qin still ranked first.

Regardless of class or grade.

Speaking of Qin Xijue, the tutoring class he agreed with Lin Rong lasted for one semester, and after the final exam, it was time to end.

Lin Rong wanted to continue, but Qin Xijue refused. He and Ruan Jing were at the same table, and it was very convenient to help each other and study on weekdays. He would continue to explain to Ruan Jing, and Ruan Jing also learned a lot of thinking The method, can rely on independent thinking to make progress, and it is no longer worthwhile to continue.

Ruan Jing didn't think it was possible at the time, even if he only explained one topic to himself, it would take other people's time, and Qin Xijue couldn't be put at a disadvantage.Qin Xijue still refused to agree, and explained the final exam papers to Ruan Jing involuntarily, and was even a little unhappy to see Ruan Jing outside.

After arguing, Mr. Qin had already started to ignore people, so Ruan Jing had no choice but to stop pressing.

So since the holiday, Ruan Jing never saw Qin Xijue again.

I immersed myself in the studio and studied hard. During the period, I would send my paintings to Qin Xijue, and received sincere compliments from the other party. Ruan Jing continued happily.

Sometimes drawing late at night, Ruan Jing would lie on the bed to take a rest, and always liked to flip through the chats between the two of them, the content was similar to what they talked about when they were in school, but he always felt that there was almost something wrong, and it was boring to repeat those words.

Until one day, he saw in the photo album again, Qin Xijue carrying his photos on a bicycle.

He suddenly understood that he wanted to meet Qin Xijue.

However, the rest time of the two is almost staggered, Ruan Jing is busy in the studio from morning to evening, and after get off work, Qin Xijue has to go to work in the bar again.

After procrastinating and procrastinating like this, time is like pressing a shortcut key, and it will be New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Ruan Jing has been so busy since he was on vacation, the studio has been busy until the Spring Festival approaches. New Year's Eve at home.

Ruan Jing turned around and helped Lin Rong prepare New Year's Eve shopping and cleaning, and things happened one after another.

Until the whole body and mind can finally rest, it is after the New Year's Eve dinner.

Ruan Jing collapsed on the sofa, letting exhaustion slowly cover his whole body like a tide. He was lost in thought while watching the colorful Spring Festival Gala on TV, letting his thoughts and body be overwhelmed by laziness, and sleepiness came quietly.

However, his mind, which is used to high-intensity operation, is still active, immediately reminding him that today's work is not over yet.

A few days ago, Lin Rong called him over suddenly, saying that she had a New Year gift for him.

A laptop is in front of him.

Ruan Jing was stunned. When did his mother become so open-minded? Before he could speak, Lin Rong began to explain.

"This is brand new... so what... In short, the color difference is small with painting software... the graphics card... what about the memory?"

Lin Rong's tone of voice was stuttering, Ruan Jing's face became more and more speechless, Lin Rong finally couldn't recite his lines, and turned to call Zhao Bin who was pretending to be reading the newspaper: "Oh, explain it yourself. Didn't you check a lot of information?"

Ruan Jing finally understood: "..."

Zhao Bin, who was finally sold: "..."

Ruan Jing had a serious face, and Zhao Bin also introduced the computer's performance with a serious face. The atmosphere on the screen was tense and stiff, just like a seminar where the computer was not going well.

In Zhao Bin's introduction, there was even information about what picture quality this computer can play games on. Ruan Jing's inner complexity was beyond words.

After Ruan Jing thanked him, he returned to the room calmly with the computer in hand.

As soon as the door was locked, the excitement could no longer be restrained, and he immediately flew to the table, quickly turned on the new computer, and played a video invitation for Qin Xijue.

Ruan Jing couldn't wait to experience the new computer: "Mr. Qin, let me show your handsome figure on my new computer!"

Qin Xijue, who was coming out of the shower and hadn't had time to get dressed, mercilessly pressed reject.

Courtesy is reciprocal, and Ruan Jing is too bad to be a junior.

So before New Year's Eve, Ruan Jing used the salary from the studio—Old Yao still gave a red envelope and bought three gifts.

One is for Lin Rong's foot bath, one is for Zhao Bin's tea, and the other is for Qin Xijue's birthday.

Qin Xijue's birthday is on New Year's Eve.

Ruan Jing lay paralyzed on the sofa for a while, and when he thought of going to Qin Xijue, his exhaustion immediately disappeared.

He picked up his schoolbag, thought of something, glanced at the living room and no one noticed him, and then sneaked to the storage room.

Zhao Jie collected some fireworks and firecrackers. He unceremoniously put some in his schoolbag, and even picked up a few packs of colorful snacks from the snack storage box. Just as he was about to run away, he found another corner of the storage room. In the dark, Zhao Bin, who hadn't had time to go out, stood there, watching him stuff his son's things into his bag.

I didn't notice it when I came in.

Ruan Jing froze, and the two fell into silence.

Zhao Bin suddenly coughed, with an unnatural expression on his face: "There are still some in the cabinet."

Ruan Jing glanced at him: "..."

Zhao Bin added: "Xiaojie said it tastes better."

Ruan Jing froze for a moment, thinking that it was all over, he opened the cabinet and left.

After changing his clothes, he came out and saw Zhao Jie sneaking into the storage room excitedly. After a few seconds, he found that the things were gone, and burst into tears.

Ruan Jing glanced at Zhao Bin who was watching the Spring Festival Gala as if nothing had happened on the sofa, and before going out, he sighed earnestly to the crying child: "How could you be so careless."

On the night of New Year’s Eve, the broad street was so empty that there was not a single car in sight. He rode his S-shaped bicycle and saw that all the shops on the street were closed, because firecrackers were banned in the neighborhood, so there was no celebration. With the sound of firecrackers and the lonely flashing of neon lights, the Spring Festival in the city is actually strangely deserted.

Ruan Jing soon came to the door of Qin Xijue's house, took out his mobile phone and looked, the message he sent to Qin Xijue before leaving the house had not been answered yet, so he called again, but there was still no one answering.

Looking up, the lights in Qin Xijue's house were not turned on.

Ruan Jingqi is strange, where else can Mr. Qin go on New Year's Eve?Or went to some relative's house for New Year's Eve dinner?

He stood at the door for a while, had no choice but to leave a note for someone, stuffed the gift into the mailbox in front of Qin Xijue's house, and went home first.

Seeing no one, it was inevitable that he would feel disappointed, Ruan Jing rode away resentfully.

As soon as he left, Qin Xijue was sent back just in time.

The car stopped at the gate of the community, Qin Xijue nodded goodbye to the guy at the bar, the guy at the bar pulled a group of colleagues, and continued to be a responsible driver who sent people home.

The bar was open until the day before Chinese New Year's Eve. It was unexpectedly busy these days, and the people who came were all those who couldn't go home. They were in a daze alone or a few people met at the bar to chat at the end of the year.

A few colleagues who didn't go home simply made an appointment for a dinner on New Year's Eve, and the boss treated them generously.

No matter how accustomed Qin Xijue is to staying alone in an empty home, on this day full of reunions and festivities, even if he doesn't like the excitement, he still feels that the atmosphere of colleagues gathering is more comfortable.

However, when the banquet was over, Qin Xijue turned around and entered the community, and the bleak and cold winter night rushed over.

He took out his mobile phone, only to find a bunch of Ruan Jing's messages, and couldn't help but stop.

Before the dinner party, the boss held a short staff meeting. He turned his mobile phone to silent, and he kept forgetting to change it back.

Qin Xijue read the information all the way, and was a little dazed, but Ruan Jing knew that today was his birthday, so he ran over to find him.

Qin Xijue wanted to dial back immediately, but suddenly hesitated.

Ruan Jing probably already returned home by this time, today is a very special holiday, and the weather is too cold now.

He hesitated, and had already reached the door of his house.

He thought of Ruan Jing leaving a message saying that he had left a gift, so he couldn't help but go to the mailbox to take out the gift box.

It was disassembled on the spot, and there was a sports bracelet lying in the box.

There is also a small card inside, in Ruan Jing's handwriting——

Teacher Qin, congratulations on becoming an adult!

He pinched the soft ribbon and looked at it for a long time, when his phone vibrated suddenly, it was Ruan Jing who sent another message.

Ruan Jing: "Are you home, Mr. Qin?"

It seems that he has not responded to the message, and the people over there are a little worried.

Qin Xijue's whole body was dark, he exhaled slowly in the cold air, the cold light of the electronic screen illuminated the corners of his lips that could not help but curl up.

He typed a few words, thought about it and deleted it, thought for a long time, and finally gave up.

He stared at Ruan Jing's head for a moment, then suddenly walked towards the bicycle in the yard without even entering the door.

He still wanted to see this man so badly.

Qin Xijue has always known courtesy and morality, and he also knows that it is impolite to go to someone else's house on New Year's Eve to find someone rashly.

But this idea has gradually taken root and grown in his heart since the first day of the holiday until now, and it has gradually become a torment. Now those intertwined roots are strangling his heart, and rationality is no longer important.

Ruan Jing was lying on the bed, staring at the phone, a little confused about the situation.

Just now he saw "the other party is typing..." in Qin Xijue's chat box, isn't it a hallucination, why didn't he reply for a long time.

Is something wrong?

Ruan Jing turned over on the bed worried.

A few minutes later, the phone vibrated suddenly, and a message from Qin Xijue popped up.

Ruan Jing quickly turned over, clicked on it, and there was only one short sentence.

Qin Xijue: "I'm downstairs at your house."

Ruan Jing was taken aback by the inexplicable bloody lines, startled and a little funny, just wanted to ask "Did I send it wrong", but felt a little slow after pressing a few keys.

He suddenly raised his head, what if it was true?

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly put on his slippers, and one of them stayed where it was not very obedient. He didn't care, and jumped to the window with one foot.

Next to the street lamp downstairs, a familiar figure was looking up.

Ruan Jing was startled, turned around and picked up the phone, hurriedly pulled off the coat from the bed, put it on casually, ran to the entrance, and went out without looking back amid Lin Rong's exclamation.

The slowly descending elevator was too quiet, and Ruan Jing realized that his heart was still beating wildly.

Finally coming out of the slow-moving elevator, a gust of cold wind blew in front of him, dispelling the white mist from his lips.

He saw Qin Xijue sitting on the bicycle, and smiled at him: "Happy New Year."

At this moment, Ruan Jing only felt that the recent gloom had dissipated, the missing piece in his heart was filled, and his whole body gained a fresh force.

He couldn't help laughing and trotting over, seeing Qin Xijue approaching, he suddenly had the idea of ​​rushing up to hug him, he was suddenly puzzled, it seemed that this wasn't the first time he had such an idea.

Ruan Jing ran up to Qin Xijue, and said with a smile, "Teacher Qin came to thank you in person, so polite."

For a few seconds, Ruan Jing had the illusion that Qin Xijue was staring at him carefully, that gaze carried a deep meaning that he couldn't understand, but luckily it disappeared immediately.

Qin Xijue raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes were gentle in the night: "It's costing you, I'll treat you to supper."

"That's so embarrassing," Ruan Jing declined with a smile on his lips, but he had already climbed into the back seat of Qin Xijue's bicycle, "At least it's my first salary, let's share the joy."

Listening to the emphatically pronounced word "salary", Qin Xijue saw through his intention to show off, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

The two left the community happily, looking at a row of closed shop doors, the thoughts in their minds that were blissfully unresponsive were restarted—where is the night snack shop on New Year's Eve.

But in Ruan Jing's mind, it doesn't matter whether he eats or not, and the Spring Festival in the city has no flavor of the year, but staying with Qin Xijue, even if it's just wandering around the street, he is still happy and satisfied.

Ruan Jing felt that his Chinese New Year would only begin now.

Ruan Jing was driven around aimlessly by Qin Xijue, and the two of them chatted about the recent situation of the past few days, but they didn't feel bored.

It's just that there is no destination, and I don't know where to go for a while.

As soon as Ruan Jing looked at Qin Xijue, he said meaningfully: "Mr. Qin, now, I can do some adult things."

These words stunned Qin Xijue for a moment, but he didn't look back: "... For example?"

Ruan Jing poked his head out, his voice could not contain the excitement: "For example, there are some hotels in the nearby alley..."

As soon as the words finished, the bicycle visibly tilted. Ruan Jing, who was suddenly interrupted, quickly grabbed Qin Xijue, and continued to finish: "...and the Internet cafe! You can use your ID card to go online, Teacher Qin!"

Qin Xijue: "..."

He guessed that this person would have some kind of ambition, but he didn't let his mind run wild just now...